Horseshoe G.A.N.G. - Murda Bizness lyrics

rate me

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

I’m with that h king we on that circle bizness

I’m a cold nigga even though I’m burning gripping bricks

Get they tops peeled off, call that circumcision

I get buck show, give it a mike a bust show

The hardest shit, retarded shit

Shoot yellow bus, flow a bus, show the bitches with me

Fuss show, I ball till I fall

Like the dude in the...real nuts so

I get my 9 on, I get my shine on

On some trae the truth shit, bitch I’m on

Them bitches hang on my branch, call them pine cones

Fine hoes, flop yeah, I’m bad boy, shine cones

I’m a d boy, I get it for the lowest price

You win if you roll with me

Call me roll the dice, gene sack choppa hanging off the top, over bite

Married to this murda bizness shit go and throw the rice

Hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hunneds, bunch of fifty's

Super clean, shout get them,

Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

Yo I’m a good fellow but I’m peshy with the burner

You a bitch you should be in giuseepe all the parlor

You ain’t impressing me, or freshesly

Don’t test me or I’ma murk you

Till I’m with my gear, my chains and accessory to murda

This is untouchable gang, sick and I’m fucking deranged

Niggas run fucking your chain, we nothing the same

You fuckaz is lame

My girl body picture perfect, I’ma get up in her frame

Fuck in the dang, then I forget her

I’m, what was her name?

I don’t pay cuts, I don’t pay the cuts

If I pay the cut, that’s a pay cut

I’m juggling on double d’s planking on some 8 cups

I’m a member of the mount high club I call that lake up

You wanna drink we can share the 40

You wanna beef that a glock give it to you

We can share the 40

Cob niggas taking over your territory

We put music in hotels then bury gordy

Hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hunneds, bunch of fifty's

Super clean, shout get them,

Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

Ok, my life is like dely, starring Machiavelli

Slaughter all of y’all, then with your daughter at the tellie

Cellphone flow, bars like it’s ellie

Cellmate shit, steal bars like it’s tellie

Murda, murda, murda mass motherfucking murderer

Murda bizness making a fucking killing get your murdas up

You heard of us...

Fuck your whole team like prince pans being an asshole is in my genes

Nigga this the new west, nigga this the new day

Burn your man wig, it’s hell, tupee

Call me germaine winner, if you don’t get it, move on

I’ve been killing shit, ever since I was a new born

Hey, I’m keeping the scene now, speaking of c now

Watch your tone when you’re speaking to d bo

Watch the throne, you know what that mean yo

That mean it’s air time, and I’m the king, go!

Hit the club, with bad bitches, stacking hunneds, bunch of fifty's

Super clean, shout get them,

Hit the scene, kill shit, we in the murda bizness

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness

Check it, check it out like movie ring tunes

For me to bag a chick it’s truly simple

I ...with the bust on her face like removing pimples

Then I draw the lines without dues and pencils

I really can’t take it no further

I get ...like a groupie on a tour

I put that on everything like the cucci of a whore

I don’t think they ready to compete with these killers

You get caught with your pants down like you Fred Willer

Yeah that’s on a real like movie film

My chain grill ...your jury dim

At night I can make you feel like 2PM

My eyes hit ... who be him

Even when I’m bored I don’t play games

I roll the dice

Hit my connect for a working 50 if your price is right

I might just swipe a chain off a chest, break off the ice

I’d rather risk trouble then live a sorry life

I kill pride, I hurt feelings, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness

My outfit, I murk bitches, click clack bang bang we in the murda bizness

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

In that 9/11 now 187 mursh

Click clack bang, bang, we in that murda bizness.